Mirror Mirror On The Wall Poem by April Swanson

I’ve never been the type
To venture out on my own
Being by myself was normal
I never felt alone

But one day the sky
Didn’t look so blue,
Nor the grass so green.
Being by myself wasn’t like
It used to be, it seems.

Gradually I made a new friend
Who knew me right away.
It was weird how quickly
She understood all I had to say.

Told her all my innermost secrets
My dreams, my thoughts.
She never disputed me
I liked her a lot.

She never judged me,
She knew just how I felt.
She seemed to just accept me,
And all the problems I’d been dealt.

I felt so close to this person
I needed a closer look.
Puzzled I walked up nearer
And realized that my new best friend
Was nothing but a mirror.